The Cavendish Hotel

Felixstowe

The Cavendish Hotel LamentWe tried our best to save herThe brave defenders cry,We didn't want to lose herAnd she didn't want to die!She's stood alone for decadesAgainst the eastern skyShe stood until at last she caughtThe developer's greedy eye!When quick returns and profitare the order of the day,The feelings of the peopleare coldly thrown away.They forgot the times of troublein the floods of `53,Her doors flung wide in welcomefor the likes of you and me.She gave shelter for the strickenand all she had to give,Now in times of troubleshould be allowed to live.But now her face is fadingfrom salty North Sea air,Within her walls a feelingof sadness and despair.Her masters signed the warrant,She's served their purpose well.They've sucked the life-blood from HerI hope they rot in Hell!But life goes on relentless,as history writers tell.And here once stood a buildingwe knew and loved so well.So raise your glasses proudlybefore they ring the bell.The toast is, "Ann and Andrew"and "THE CAVENDISH HOTEL".If on an autumn eveningas the early mist rolls in,You find yourself along the beach,You'll hear a spooky din.It's the ghostly sounds of E.Z.Layplaying in the bar,And Andrew Johnstone singingCatch a falling star.David J. West November 1987